“Instinctively whenever I can, I try and get away from the city and I end up taking refuge in the fields which surround it”
I have nearly always lived in the same city: my home town. In fact, many of my relatives and friends have done the same as me, following the Mediterranean tendency – not really out of a feeling of love for this town – to be born, live and die in the same place, trying to keep the tribe united in an almost unconscious way.
In the year 2005 I started to photograph the outskirts of my hometown. I have always had a special fondness for those fragile spaces that live threatened by construction fever and urban growth. They mark the frontiers between many concepts: city and nature, light and darkness, noise and silence. With the passing of time, those spaces have become small havens of serenity for me. As night falls, when the darkness spreads over those fields, everything is transformed: the real into unreal, the ordinary into essential, the obvious into mysterious. It is as if each place took refuge in its innermost self and let itself be caressed only by that soft city light. And it is in that semi-darkness where feelings become more acute and give way to a world of imagination and emotion.